This blog has deteriorated into a bad phoenix joke. For that I apologize. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve written about “resurrection”. Neglect and idleness have betrayed my supposed desires to write and relate. Consistency has seemed an impossibility, until now.
I’ve come to a decision: A post (at least) a week. A quote – hopefully more often.
It starts with a spankin’ new hide and sobriquet. The new skin speaks for its minimal self. The new name, though, needs some explanation and a dash of humour.
Our friends from Merriam-Webster say this of the name in question:
1. having many syllables : long word (primary reason of choice…you know… because sesquipedalian is defined as a long word, heh. Hilarious, right? Right? – humour ends here)
2. given to or characterized by the use of long words.
I cannot deny my predilection for polysyllabic words. Don’t misunderstand my intent, please. My desire is to venture, not to confuse. It’s an adventure in itself – finding words you never knew existed, or could. And using them! The feeling is not unlike discovering treasure. And It doesn’t end there. Every novel and interesting word is another step into the unknown. I know there’s an adventurer in all of us. Know that new worlds are not only places we enter into with feet and wide eyes but also with open and inquisitive minds.
You may have already heard and laughed at nincompoop, thingamajig and discombobulate among others, but did you know there are words like antimacassar, circumbendibus, and absquatulate? No joke. And these are mere scratches on the surface. Take the expression “second to the last” or “next to last” for example. It’s a mouthful. It’s rough, unpolished, and somewhat crude. An over-sized suit. Replace it with “penultimate”, however, and you have an elegant and and smooth expression. A perfect fit. “Third to the last”? Antepenultimate. “Fourth…”? Preantepenultimate.
Okay, okay. Yes, there is a proper limit to everything. One, I suppose, should opt for “fifth from last” than the monstrosity that is “propreantepenultimate.”
Getting a case of xenolexica? Don’t fret. Like any venture into unfamiliar territory, expect a heady start, but consider the possible rewards – the soaring highs, and sometimes the dizzying, but ultimately necessary, lows. For where will the highs be in the absence of lows?
So, here I am again, starting anew. To those who have forgotten, of whom, might include the author: this blog relates the views, feelings, stirrings, scribbles and general blah of yours truly, Vincent. Everyone has a story to tell. This is mine.
In the pursuit of Le Mot Juste, take in the immortal words of Professor Henry Higgins:
“I know your head aches; I know you’re tired; I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher’s window. But think what you’re trying to accomplish. Think what you’re dealing with. The majesty and grandeur of the English language, it’s the greatest possession we have. The noblest thoughts that ever flowed through the hearts of men are contained in its extraordinary, imaginative, and musical mixtures of sounds. And that’s what you’ve set yourself out to conquer … And conquer it you will.”
Need I say more?
Maybe some more:
You, the reader, whoever you are, join me, my fellow adventurers. I will entrance you at times; annoy you sometimes, bore you most of the time. We will laugh, cry, explore and practice rehearsed indifference together.
P.S.: Goodbye Ellipses.
Sesquipedalian. (n.d.). Merriam-Webster.com. Retrieved January 8, 2014, from http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/sesquipedalian